The last day of the most horrid month of the year. I'm taking a breather from a morning of working out. I've resigned myself to calling occu/physio 'working out'.

It's also Monday.
Moanday.
Mourneday.
Moodyday.
Mopeday.

I sigh as the day I leave KL draws nearer and nearer. My hair stands on ends just thinking about it. Oh, and it was still raining so what's on the agenda today after working out? Lunch, bath, sleep.

Mama Nature is going apeshit. I think I could guess why.

Finish watching episodes of The Walking Dead from Season 1 and one episode of How I Met Your Mother from Season 6 and I'll mosey on to do other stuff.

Waiting to get Seasons 1 and 2 of Star Wars: The Clone Wars.

Monday.

HAH-HA!

Can't catch me!
I've once again locked up the little purple flowery fluffy princess in her cage. The non-mush types rule once again! -- With occasional outbursts. She does need to stretch those legs once in a while, non?

It's Sunday morning, the sound of rain hitting the roof and the cool air brings a sense of nostalgia. What a perfect morning to cuddle up with someone.
It also makes for an aggravatingly horrid day for a barbeque.
We didn't get to see the pretty lights. Damn.

Anyway,
SUPPLIES MAY! SUPPLIEEEESSSS!! hahahahahahhaha...

T minuses will resume when there's 10 days left. I can't be arsed.

A lazy weekend is upon us!
Working towards selling off 3 more pieces of machines so that I can pay back the parents. :D
I don't like owing anyone money.

Things to clear up, more things to buy.
More lists to make.
Sigh.

I'm re-doing the arrangement of my charm bracelet again. It's getting rather... crowded.
Also, backing up files and files and files. :|
And rethinking the phone thing in Melbourne. I think I might just stick with the iPhone since none of them have the HTC Desire Z yet.

I've got many... Unlabelled CDs... Curiouser and curiouser. After checking most of them out I've come to the conclusion that they must be chucked. Haha. Oh, I should go out and buy that terabyte hard drive. It'll be so easy.

Finally finished backing up all the files and works from Raffles' Advanced Diploma In Interior Design. Ah, the feeling of completion after putting it all away. I do have to call Raffles after CNY about getting the piece of paper that says I've completed the course as well as my final results transcripts so I can copy it and have it certified.

T-awfukket.

Every year it's the same. January and, in part, much of February will suck. It's as if the world is rinsing out the bad and starting new on wobbley legs. It's easy on those people who follow but hard on the ones that make way and stand their own. Kind of like the predator-prey relationship for the simple fact that prey do not have the luxury of time to get their bearings and start running. Predators on the other hand take... FOREVER... Take for example cats and well... Humans.

So here I am, taking FOREVER to get my bearings. I cannot wait until the rife and tumultuous month of January it's over. Then it's me pummelling through February. "Grab life by the balls," someone had said. If life had balls, I would have grabbed it. Sadly, life's a bitch but, unlike SMA3 (which is another bitch), I can use mah pimp hand. XD

After making the ISIC card and makan Banana Leaf, spent the whole day playing PS3. HAHAHAH...

Food list:
- Ayam Penyet
- Dimsum (With the family when the parental units return)
- YTF
- Apam
- Really Good Porridge
- Nasi Ayam Kampung (With Bong, Poe and May)
- Maggi goreng
- Banana Leaf (With May and Poe)
- The Daily Grind
- Levain
- Burger Nigga
- Sushi

t-23d

Am I getting the days left mesed up? Yeah, yeah I did. :|

Actually T-25d.

That's more like it.
:D

A lazy Thursday it is indeed. Watched Claymore til episode 22 and am getting the rest. I hate cliffhangers. I really do. Tomorrow is for making ISIC cards and Banana Leaf Brunches with May and Poe so I'm going to sleep early tonight... Preferably before 12. *shrugs*

My fingers are in pain again. When will the pain stop? WHEN? So annoying having to play the guitar and then stop cos you feel like the tips of your fingers are going to fall apart.

I want to collect vinyls. :D
Bootsales in Melbourne, I'm comminagetcha.

Add-ons:
Watching The Professional.
Some of Jean Reno's lines are made for lols.

Mathilda: Leon, I think I'm kinda falling in love with you.
[Leon chokes on his milk]
Mathilda: It's the first time for me, you know?
Léon: How do you know it's love if you've never been in love before?
Mathilda: 'Cause I feel it.
Léon: Where?
Mathilda: In my stomach. It's all warm. I always had a knot there and now... It's gone.
Léon: Mathilda, I'm glad you don't have a stomach ache any more. I don't think it means anything.

hahahahaha...

T-24d

My very, very French friend said "... We have to enjoy life and making love every fucking day," after talking about how we, as a species, will become extinct if we don't do anything about the state of the world now and I think his words are pure gold. Who else but the French would think of something like that. Then we went on and started talking about the semantics of swearing. From a serious topic of conversation to a superfluous one in point three seconds flat.

I met up with Tati and Kyns yesterday. How come we don't have a picture of the three of us? Strange. Anyway, we were at Central Market for dinner and then at the Annexe to attend a Memorial Art Exhibition in memory of Teh Leong Kwee, a.k.a The Journeyman. When I die, I would want to have had touched the lives of as many people he had. What are we but mere specks of dust until we mould the people around us into something bright for the future, by then we'd have probably grown into dustbunnies.

I hope that when I die I'd have a memorial like his with people from all over the place o pay their respects. I hope they all have nice things to say. Then, I'll get them to play 'Ha, ha you're dead," by Greenday.

I'm sorely tempted to post pictures of ALL his art pieces but I wont. I admit that I have fallen in love with a series of pieces. It would be a shame if the family decided to split them up, also, they're not selling the pieces. They're like siblings. One should never split them up or the magic, the interest will just fade away as if nothing was even there. It becomes just another novelty piece found at the commercial art stalls in Ubud, Bali. Mere knick-knacks. There was a man who was both worldly and philosophical and with wrinkles in his smile that suggest a genuine interest in all you have to say. He had been there and done that, mopped a few toilet floors and probably bought a few t-shirts. Then he'd take you out on a student-teacher excursion after class to a pub and, over a drink or three, beguile you with his tales of travel and art. It's a shame I never got to meet such an amazing person who'd touched so many. He was my friend's lecturer.

If you love me, you'll get it for me. hahahah...

There's more towards the left but I didn't bother to take it in it's entirety.

I picked up my guitar and started playing again after so many months. It's gathered a fair amount of dust and my fingers have gathered a fair amount of pain. This is what happens when you stop playing.

T-25d

I just watched Paper Man and realised how much I love watching movies that have people who don't know how to relate to life in the beginning and eventually come to realise that they cope in some strange way... Or have Ryan Reynolds in it. This little gem had both. I am so a fangirl and RR looks shite and his voice gets extra annoying with bleach blond hair.

Lately, I've been consumed by the trololol and am quoting internet memes. This is madness... Madness? THIS IS MY HAUS! *falls of the chair dramatically*

So yes, enough of this rubbish. I'll be at the Annexe Gallery for The Journeyman Exhibition in memory of Teh Leong Kwee, tonight as he was my friend's former lecturer at Cenfad who was an amazing person and artisan. I shall go take the cinnamon rolls out of the fridge to let warm up so they can be baked and consumed with nomming fervour.

A short nonsense-contest curtesy of my sister and I. (I may or may not have taken the liberty to clean up the grammar a little bit, oh, and paraphrase here and there)...

Naf: 

You know housecats are really fortunate in a sense that they get to eat beef and lamb and turkey and stuff... The feral cats have to make do with rats, cicak and bats. It's kind of sad.

Me: 

Now imagine blangblang with a collar, tie and a monocle as he speaks to his feral cat friend in the thickest pompous english accent ever...

"I say, ol' boy, I had the loveliest piece of beef this afternoon,"

"Y'took down a cow?!" said the feral.

Now, imagine then blangblang hunting down a lembu...

"Ol' boy, would you mind terribly,"
*running sound effect* *cough wheeze* *gets tired* *still running*
"Would you perhaps mind slowing down?"  
*wheeze*
"And possibly let me bite you on the jugulum?"  
*gives up and lay sprawled*
"Dear God, that was hard! How does my larger brethren do it?!"
*wheeze coughwheeze catch breath*

So, there we go. It's all really funny in my head, mind you.
It takes really long for the cinnamon rolls to get to room temperature. Roar roar roar!
Haven't seen kaz online for DAYS! Where is she?!

I digress... Maybe I should make lists today... Lists and stuff. Sigh.

OMG THE CINNAMON ROLLS ARE MADE OF WIN!
Thoughts during making...
"Crap, I ran out of flour, mahybe I could use wholemeal flour? Yes, yes I can."
"It's still not kneading consistency..."
"I hope this isn't too much flour,"
"IMMA BEAT YOU AND KNEAD YOU LIKE THE PIECE OF DOUGH YOU ARE!! *knead knead*"
"Omaigawd what if it's keras??"
"This seems like too much sugar,"
"How long to put it in the oven? 20 minutes should be fine,"

T-26d

Food list:
- Ayam Penyet
- Dimsum (With the family when the parental units return)
- YTF
- Apam
- Really Good Porridge
- Nasi Ayam Kampung (With Bong, Poe and May)
- Maggi goreng
- Banana Leaf (With May and Poe)
- The Daily Grind
- Levain
- Burger Nigga

I really should be packing and making lists... But it seems as if I'm too much in a state of 'meh' to yet care. Anyone knows where to get really good nasi bubur? I know, it's a little bit random to be asking where to find food now. I'm still stuffed from lunch and I'm multi-tasking by blogging and updating the recipe books. I have to e-mail the parents. Later this evening, perhaps?

Perhaps I shall have to also print a tonne of stuff for the RMIT folder so that I can breathe easy. Oh, it's going ever so slow. Ah, and I shall have to make the cinnamon bun dough tonight. Sighh... So lazy. So, so very lazy.

*few hours pass*

Dough is so annoying to make. I hope I got it right, though. :|
Before you pass judgement, how about YOU try to make bread.

Goddamnit tak cukup cinnamon powder! Grinding of cinnamon ensues resulting in lots and lots of cinnamon powder. Extra emphasis not needed. The Cinnamon rolls are ready for baking tomorrow morning, I chucked them into the fridge. One batch is pure cinnamon sugar and the other batch has got almonds in it. Mmmm... Perhaps there shall be pictures tomorrow? Perhaps. My hands smell like cinnamon, it's very comforting.

T-27d

Skydiving in tandem there = Save moneys.
So mahal =_=

Today I collect my thoughts in proper paragraphs instead of lines of speech seemingly unconnected. My eyes flutter open, it's half nine and already I am cursing, I get out of bed to do the morning routine. My head is punching out narratives like the water running furiously from the tap.

"Clean up on isle one," I mumbled as I turned the tap off. Yes, I do talk to myself. It's not new, I tell people that fact all the time. Figuratively, of course.

It's irksome to know that you cannot continue sleeping when you have nothing better to do during the day. It's a Sunday, by the way, and there's really nothing to do as I've mentioned earlier. Things to look forward to tonight include burgers and 3 hours at the Cyber Cafe playing Blur and Left For Dead 2. I like both games, they're hilarious. Coming with me are eight others. Havoc will ensue.

May has recently called out a want to go skydiving in tandem. I am looking forward to that and so will be saving money for it starting now. It shall henceforth be called the 'Push Me Out The Plane' Fund. Anyway, fast forward to after the gaming session. I do so love Blur -- the game, but I do love the band, too! We ended up going to play on the first floor of T-bun II because the first floor smells like a lavatory in a male dominated dormitory. Ick. Seriously, ick. Going up was, as usual, a hassle and it didn't help that I had a friend who pretended like I was a baby learning to walk. It was giggleworthy though. Three hours of madness for which words cannot explain, one packet of peanut M&Ms and a piece of candy later we left and I am lousing yet again, at home.

"I need to buy a new external hard drive with one terabyte of space," The phrase popped into my head as randomly as three crows squacking the Pink Panther theme.  Oh, dear god, the noise would be so vile. It's almost two in the morning. The only noise that jams itself in my ear is the sound of the occasional car hitting bumps outside my house and the incessant whirring of my computer. The computer which, and I am sure, has some kind of jet engine built into it. It's that noisy.

The effects of the sugar high is now gone, I shall sleep. Sleep. In hopes that I don't wake up too early in the morning. I miss sleeping half the day away, I truly do.

T-28d

There's been a lot of negative vibes this past month.
My instincts have yet to fail me.
Something is amiss.

Aaaaaaanyway,
Had a lovely time with May teh gojess. 11+ hours of gila madness.
First the IDP talk, then scouting for stuff to get for Melby.
Then househunting and checking out prices on the net.
Then dinner...

Then... caffein finally ran out. I sleepy.

Nite all.